This first day wasn’t all that memorable; couldn’t find my class, average first-day distractions, ate smash burger, ran to train home.
However, this second day has been an event.
Unlike yesterday where I was completely thrown off by the large campus, this time I was prepared. I’d previously found a map of the place on my phone and had a picture of my schedule. I pulled it up in the indoor waiting area of the station and headed out on to the campus. I figure out a path and where the building was and walked towards it since I knew where to walk. I figure I could just head towards the building with my music on and my phone in my pocket, but when I went for my gloves, I realized they weren’t there. Yep, left them at the train waiting area, after a lovely jog back in 30° I grabbed them and headed back.
I then had to navigate through an active parking lot, I say active cause I was constantly dodging cars, I was wearing my neon green, so I know they saw me. Between the parking lot, fence and highway I had to navigate around the actual building was a piece of cake.
When I got to class, I was 15 min late, and the only real seat was left in the back so that I couldn’t see well. There was enough space for my laptop for the first time, and the room (and most of the building) had a very modern feel to it. The content seemed exciting, but because my brain hates me, I could barely focus. I had what could only be described as an idea explosion. Plans to be more production, plans for my stories, ideas for other stories. I could barely hear the teacher. Honestly, I do know why I do it, but it’s not important now because literally as I was walking out if the room and down the hall. It was like a deflating balloon by the time I hit the lobby I couldn’t remember any plans. “sigh” Fortunately; I wrote them all down.
I’m heading towards the train 4:54 but and you have to understand, I’m new to the train and have only taken it a couple of times, this being the 3rd. I’m a creature of habit, for the past two days the train had come on time and been on the left side of the platform. However, this time things were different. Since the universe loves f’in with me, the train was on the right side and came 4 minutes early. I didn’t get on, and about 5 wind-chilled minutes later I realized the mistake. Since I had to wait 20 min. for the next train, I decided to wait in the cafe connected to the train station. It was called Rock n’ Joe, and for a good reason, the music they played was awesome. I Sound-Hounded all the songs and found them all on YouTube and am still playing them today. They also had a giant cookie which they heated up for me, nice. Course it could have just been good because I was cold.
I caught the next train and went home; this day was just one thing after another.
The Wannabe Writer 